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Peregrinos

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With you I’ve walked down matrimony’s aisle,
Ridden in a hearse’s funeral train reeling,
Danced down in a vale on summer’s day while
You wheeled round corners, walking for healing.
And we press on walking, no choice but to follow
Where the numbers take us correcting as we go.
How basal rates of meaning seemingly so shallow
Translate into our arriving there? We simply do not know.
In the end we each shall walk benighted and alone
Through the darkest valley — the last road trod,
Having wandered through this wilderness far from home
Found and led by our Albergue into spaciousness and broad,
Opening into a field of stars where He shall lead the way
Encircled in the hallowed rose of love and our eternal day.

(c) Randy Edwards

Such Largess is Spread

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Sometimes the deceit that the large life is the only life worth having or living is adopted as the truth. It is its own form of self-righteousness — a self-justifying work. However, much of what is noble, treasured, and valuable is not the the large but the small. And it is even in the small things that we find the greatest blessing.

When I was young, I planned — even prayed
So that dreams of success would come true:
A life lived large, a hand well-played—
Traveled and homed, into fullness found through.
But the way is little walked often in dark
Caregiving Caminos paced through the night—
Dreams so much smaller, in contrast so stark
Lonely in lostness, a blessedness blight.
But the Large breaks big over my head,
Makes grand my small walk through this little ville.
Sun and moon, trees and sky, such largess is spread
And bursts open my world with its beauty to fill.
While walking this lent life, my Creator speaks to me
Of the little he became to set my heart free.

(c) Randy Edwards

Diamonds of Wonder

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I found this little gem in a parking lot while walking to work. There’s beauty all around.

While walking to work in winter’s cold bite
To do the things that ever must be done
Futile it seemed to fight the good fight
I feared no blessing, no victory would be won.
And pounding the pavement’s parking lot path
As I duck the Dodge’s hurried and harried
My neck is bent to beat the wind’s wrath
When my eyes catch the thing that a ring had last carried.
And I heard it seemed, a word spoke to me
“Are you weary of wandering? — the burden and grind?
Will you not slow down, put together and see
The jewels I’ve placed in your pathway to find?”
You walkers, bewildered, and blind, look around
He’s dropped diamonds of wonder for you to be found.

(c) Randy Edwards